Today’s blog entry is just for me! Feeling overwhelmed this morning a memory popped into my head. I am standing in a woodworking shop in Nashwaaksis holding my nine month old baby waiting to talk to John Brewer about renting his empty farmhouse in Burtt’s Corner. I have spent the morning combing the countryside in my father’s truck with my easy going Zachary in the car seat, looking for a house to rent. The criteria of the search has two conditions; we need to be able burn wood and it has to have a barn for our ten cows. Amid the loud drone of saws and machinery I ask Mr. Brewer if I can rent his house explaining my mission. He is resistant having had bad tenants in the past. I plead and Zac lays on his charms until he finally gives in, but says the barn is not safe to use. I can bring in a wood stove though so I agree to rent it. He says $125 a month. I get him down to $100. A week later we use Dad’s truck to move in to a house a half an hour away from St. Thomas University where I will earn my Bachelor of Education. It is Friday and I still have no vehicle and I start school on Monday. Burton arrives with the brand new truck he sold the ten cows to buy. I have the weekend to learn how to drive a standard and have no babysitter. My friend Giselle agrees to keep Zac until I find someone and I proceed to learn how to shift gears without stalling. Fast forward to today. I can do this next thing! We can do this next thing!